Destiny [MOONSUN]

An overdue email

To: irene&solar@gmail.com

From: rbw_entertainment@info.com

Subject: Please

Dear Kim Yongsun, alias Solar:

You probably already know me, but I'll introduce myself anyway. My name is Jung Wheein and I'm a member of Mamamoo. I write to ask you a big favor on my friend Byul's behalf. You see, until now she has been ill-advised (Hyejin cooks ramen as well as she gives tips on love) and I understand that she has been doing strange things, but yes, it was her.

I understand that you are hurt. I've already scolded Byul, if that's any consolation, but she's getting worse and the only one who can fix that is you.

Come to the Rainbow Bridge World building next Saturday between 8 a.m. and 4 p.m. You won't have any trouble getting in, I promise. If you don't do it for her, do it for me at least, for my mental health. I'm one more whimpering away from banging my head against the wall.

Sincerely,

Jung Wheein

PS: Yes, it's really me! Don't write back, the agency will kill me if they see that I'm using their official email to get Moonbyul laid.

She had got that email late on the night of the meeting, but she hadn't seen it until the next morning. How could it all have been true? Moonbyul hadn't gone to the park, she hadn't kept her promise! There was no chance, unless she had hidden in a tree... Or that she'd been that sad, black person under the rain.

If so, she felt very guilty for blocking her without giving her time to explain. Maybe she had been too drastic, but she was very hurt... She thought that that was Wheein for real because of the desperation of the mail, and, moreover, she had checked that the address was the official one. When she told Irene, she urged her to go and clear up the misunderstanding.

"You feel terrible now, and don't tell me you don't because it shows!" Her friend scolded her on the phone on Wednesday, during their dinner call. "It can't get any worse, I'd risk it if I were you."

So, on the day of the appointment, there she was. In front of the door of RBW Entertainment. At 9 a.m. She was restless. She had been walking around the block for an hour because she didn't want to look like she was desperate to see Moonbyul, but knowing she was on the other side of those huge glass doors made her skin stand up and her hands burn, eager to touch her.

9 a.m. was a decent hour, wasn't it? She had gotten up early, but not too much (at 6 a.m.), she hadn't arrived at the time she had been told (she'd arrived at 7.30), and her desire was not that noticeable (sure...).

She shook her head and her hands to loosen up. She was stiff as a stick. 'Stop being so pathetic.' She took a big breath of icy morning air and went in.